It's time for me to strike.

"What speed!" Yan Dongxu exclaimed as he sat on the toilet.

Uncle De's strength was too terrifying. Killing was as easy for him as drinking water, giving his opponents no chance to react.

But two people had died in quick succession now. The remaining three were on high alert.

Yan Dongxu saw that the dead men were wearing Bluetooth headsets. Someone kept asking what was going on through them.

Of course, the dead would not respond.

Whoosh!

Like a ghost, Uncle De flashed behind another man in a few blinks.

Bang!

His seemingly frail palm was as hard as iron, crushing the man's skull with a simple exertion of force.

The man fell straight to the ground without even a twitch, dead on the spot.

Watching through his spatial ability, Yan Dongxu felt a chill down his spine.

The pride he'd felt upon first awakening his powers was shattered in an instant.

He wondered - if Uncle De wanted to hunt him down, could he get away?

He didn't have the confidence.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to react in time.

No matter how quick his reactions, they couldn't outpace a bullet if someone sniped him.

This was definitely a problem!

As Yan Dongxu watched Uncle De hunt, he racked his brains for a solution.

Soon, he thought - if he used the spatial wall's principles to coagulate a layer of spatial membrane around himself for defense, wouldn't that make him impervious to blades and bullets?

He tried it, and found it very difficult to achieve, though not impossible.

He would need absolute mastery over spatial forces, like it was an extension of his own body.

Otherwise, it would be like squeezing himself into a custom-fitted mold, unable to even lift his arms.

A completely skin-tight shield was beyond him for now, but coagulating a glass case-like spatial barrier around himself posed no issues.

It would serve the same purpose for the time being.

Bang!

After Uncle De beheaded the fourth man with a knifehand strike, he flashed in front of the fifth.

This time, Uncle De didn't ambush him. Instead, he said: "Tell me Zhou Liao's location, and I'll spare you."

"Hmm? De Zan? You're actually here!"

Instead of cowering at Uncle De's threat, the man removed his mask, revealing his looks.

"It's you! Ji Tong the Iron Sparrow!!!"

Uncle De's gaze turned icy cold. His voice was thick with killing intent.

The reason he hadn't ambushed this man was because he gave off a very dangerous vibe.

"Surprised? Didn't expect to see me here, did you? Your son kept calling your name before he died."

"Let me think... which blade did I stick through your son's heart again?"

Whoosh!

As his voice fell, countless blades flew out from Ji Tong's sleeves, fanning out behind him like a peacock's tail, an astonishing sight.

Buzz!

A flying blade floated between Ji Tong's fingers.

He lightly licked the edge, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Mmm... I can still taste your son's blood on it."

Uncle De's eyes widened in rage, the veins on his neck bulging as he gnashed his teeth. "You're asking for death!!!"

Uncle De lost control. A black ghost blade appeared in his hand as he charged straight at Ji Tong.

At the same time, the blades behind Ji Tong scattered like flower petals falling from the heavens.

They sealed off all of Uncle De's attack routes.

"Heh heh heh, I know you're fast, but my ability counters you completely. Give up. My target today isn't you. Can't be bothered to tangle with you." Ji Tong said nonchalantly, completely unafraid of Uncle De's attack.

He strolled leisurely as sparks flew around him from the intense clashes between his and Uncle De's blades.

"Old geezer, you're past your prime. Gotta learn to age gracefully." With a wave of his arm, Ji Tong sent blades raining down on Uncle De like a storm.

"Crap!"

Inside the restroom, Yan Dongxu cried out. Uncle De was completely surrounded.

Ji Tong was too crafty, subtly sealing off Uncle De's escape routes to force him into the trajectories of the blades.

Boom!

Uncle De punched out from afar, his fist intent transforming into surging gale that smashed heavily into the oncoming blades.

The blades struggled against the gale for a few seconds before being blasted back, forced into retreat.

"So powerful!" Yan Dongxu's eyes lit up. As expected of a master, Uncle De could still turn danger into safety like this.

"Yan Dongxu, you've been in the restroom so long? The food's going cold. What are you up to in there? Bleeding hemorrhoids?" Zhao Qingqing yelled impatiently from outside.

"Coming, coming! Upset stomach." Yan Dongxu opened the door and came out.

He thought - couldn't she let him watch through the critical moment?

Back at the table, Yan Dongxu wolfed down the food, hoping to finish quickly so he could give the deadly battle outside his undivided attention.

At key moments, he could still help Uncle De.

"Yan Dongxu! There's no need to inhale your food just because you pooped. You're swallowing without even tasting! At least chew!"

Zhao Qingqing was speechless with annoyance. She had tried to create a romantic atmosphere.

Yan Dongxu smiled awkwardly, insisting he was just too hungry.

He was dying to tell her - your Uncle De's about to kick the bucket. If I don't go help soon, you'll be attending his funeral tomorrow. No time for romance!

Zhao Qingqing gave up on scolding him and ate her own food in irritated nibbles.

Yan Dongxu stuffed his mouth full, leaning back in his chair as he focused completely outside.

Whoosh!

Ji Tong changed tactics. No longer defending, he took the initiative to attack.

Hundreds of blades shot at Uncle De like machine gun fire.

Yan Dongxu cried out in his mind. This was the end. No escaping this!

Uncle De grunted, using his qi to protect his body.

He disrupted the trajectories of the blades and made a break for it.

Ji Tong was right, this was a natural counter.

Despite his skills, Uncle De was rendered useless like this.

Frustrated, Uncle De also understood now how his son and successor had been killed.

Being so passive today was also because he hadn't prepared adequately.

He hadn't expected Death Coffin to send one of their Ten Generals, Ji Tong the Iron Sparrow, just to deal with Yan Dongxu.

Ji Tong was a senior esper, possessing powerful telekinesis that ranked him 4th among the Ten Generals.

"Damn it!" Uncle De retreated while calling Zhao Qingqing.

After Zhao Qingqing answered amidst her meal with Yan Dongxu, she heard Uncle De's urgent voice: "Leave there quickly, go alone, don't stay with Yan Dongxu. Right now, immediately!"

"Uh... okay..." Zhao Qingqing's expression darkened as she hung up.

She was extremely conflicted on whether to leave Yan Dongxu alone.

She understood why Uncle De said that - it meant Yan Dongxu was in mortal danger that even Uncle De couldn't stop.

"I... I have something urgent, need to... " Zhao Qingqing trailed off, unable to continue. Because leaving now could mean forever.

"Huh? If you've got something urgent, go ahead. Don't delay your matters."

Yan Dongxu's mouth was still full of half-chewed food as he mumbled.

"I..." Zhao Qingqing clenched her fists and steeled herself. Grabbing Yan Dongxu's wrist, she said: "Come with me, quick! It's dangerous!"

The corners of Yan Dongxu's mouth quirked up slightly. He thought - the girl still had some conscience after all.

"What danger? No need to go."

Yan Dongxu reassured her, thinking - time for me to make my move!!!